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Jordan
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With a nod of the hat to Sol System, I hearby declare this thread on poetry posting HERE to be open!Oh, this isn't a contest or anything. It's just a thread to show off some our fellow freinds creativity in the area of poetry. Comments, suggestions or rants are more than welcome! I'll start with one of mine. "Waking Up To The Sound Of Gunfire" Waking up to the sound of gunfire It must be true They said so on the news... The youth of America is arming themselves And are taking aim Pearl, Mississippi... Jonesburo, Arkansas... Springfield, Oregon... Who�s next to pull the trigger? Have you really, really listened? Yeah you - listen... To the sound of gunfire Has any of us really listened? (J) ------------------ Goodnight my love...the brightest star in my sky... Goodnight...you have been my sky, my sun and my moon...
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Jeff Raven
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I found this poem most compelling! And in light of current discussions, I think its appropriate. If Eve had Failed to Concieve
By Edward Wellen
[This message was edited by Jeff Raven on April 15, 1999.]
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Jubilee McGann
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*tips her hat to Jordan* ... Well, here's another piece of crap by yours truly .... Unsent
I didn't stop talking to you Because you made me angry I didn't stop talking to you Because I failed to care I didn't walk away from you Because I really wanted to I walked away because I fell in love I won't pick up the phone When you call I won't turn to you When you reach out in the hall It's not because I hate you That I do these things It's because I cannot deal With all the pain it brings Not because I want it to... Because I fell in love with you And don't ask why Please dont ask why To answer you - I'd rather die But if you really want to know... It's because I love you so... I didn't return your letters For lack of want to read them I didn't delete you from my machine Because your voice was bane I didn't walk away from you That's nothing that I'd want to do I walked away - You're all I'm dreaming of ... I walked away because I fell in love ------------------ There are people who one loves immediatly and forever. Just to know that you exist in the same world together is sufficient. Till I loved, I never lived - enough.
[This message was edited by Jubilee McGann on April 15, 1999.]
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Warped1701
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*applauds* Jubes, that is beautiful. I love it.------------------ "We choose to do this and more. Not because it is easy, but because it is hard." -- John F. Kennedy
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Charles Capps
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*snaps*------------------ "Okay, so I'm not "SANE" so to speak, but uh... I'm the lovable kind of psycho" http://solareclipse.net/
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Elim Garak
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Ah, CC has been brought up in the proper way to show appreciation of poetry.*snaps repeatedly for all those who have gone thus far* ------------------ "Audaces fortuna juvat." "Fortune favours the bold."
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Jordan
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Snapping? They don't do that here?Here's another one of mine. Enjoy. "Pale" You didn�t bother to try to stop Just get away, stealing dreams from my head Just tell me what you want Keep talking...I dunno what to say I�m wrapped up in your arms I play both parts, the boy and the girl Trickier things keep shining from above Still contemplating hitting you But i�m writing it all down I wanna be the one when you lay me down No more I love you�s will I speak To your ears, you don�t listen Listen to me...listen to me...listen to me... My hands are in the fire You burn me... Yes, I do... No I won�t... I see the song shining in your face Yeah...I wanna be in outer space I�d live for you but you don�t care They wanna put me away They wanna tie me down So i�ll just end it without a sound I�ve gotta bruise I�ve gotta snooze I�ve gotta run I�ve gotta heart to loose Shades of my eyes, my past lies I disguise them in colours For you alone It�s my sky Shaded and hated Bloodless white Make me pale... Pale...
------------------ Goodnight my love...the brightest star in my sky... Goodnight...you have been my sky, my sun and my moon...
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StationMaster
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*runs up to microphone**farts loudly* *runs out of hall singing The was a young man from Sparta...... I am just kidding you know
------------------ ---- AAARRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!---- I feel better now.
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The_Tom
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*is next in line*Disclaimer: A)I actually don't paint myself. B)This is rather old and hastily done. It was the only thing I could find on HD. Oh, and bonus points to whoever pulls the Paridise Lost allusion out of it... Paint The palette lies, a topograph of colour. One camel-haired brush is the artist�s sword. It plunges headlong into the face of the palette�s wood. Reaching, screaming to cover its nude bristles with oily pigment. The bristles meet the austere surface and scrunge their way through the paint, passing through crimsons, golds and aquamarines, leaving a wake of merged colour lapping together in a greasy ocean. The sopping-wet utensil rises from its oily refuelling pad to meet the empty canvas. Looming like a blank wall. The artist�s wrist flicks, and a slash of ochre cuts through the nothingness. The artist smiles and the inflictor of the wound falls away From the canvas, it picks up speed. He hurled headlong down. The paintbrush slams beneath the waves on the top of the drinking cup. Like a medieval priest casting out a demon, the paint, a wraith, slips from behind its camelhair prison and into the confines of the water. The hours pass. Fresh paint gives way to a stucco of oil. For the final time, a brushstroke hits the canvas, and falls back to the murky water, the primordial soup from whence life sprung yet is the waste product in the life of a painting. ------------------ "......" �������������-The Breen at Internment Camp 371
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TSN
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Ugh... I hate serious poetry...There once was a woman from Venus... *crowd ahems* Oh, alright. Erm... There once was a girl from Regina... *crowd ahems louder* Uh... How about... There once was a woman from Tucker, And every guy wanted to� *crowd binds, gags, and throws him out of the room* Hmpf! You people have no appreciation for art... *LMAO* ------------------ "I prefer much more diplomatic ways of pissing people off." -a certain anonymous administrator
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Jubilee McGann
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*SNAPS SNAPS SNAPS for Jordan and The_Tom* ..My poetry is CRAPOLA compared to you guys! TSN ... Meet me in "THE ROOM" .. I have a few things to discuss with you on your taste in art.... *whip crack in the background*
------------------ There are people who one loves immediatly and forever. Just to know that you exist in the same world together is sufficient. Till I loved, I never lived - enough.
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Jeff Raven
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A little piece from my english class...And it was Jordan who gave me an idea to put my stuff on the net....thanks man.Contemplation A man pauses on a footbridge. A garden of life surrounds him, wrapping him in its lucid touch. The emerald leaves flash their multi-faceted faces, as if they were precious gems waiting to be plucked. Balsam grass peak out of the bank, As caramel cattails tease the wind into a soothing dance. His senses become overwhelmed. He draws in a deep breath, The glory of life permeating his body. The sound of calm water flowing beneath him, Draws his eyes to the brilliant pink lilies That dot the stream. He draws back, taking in the entire scene. And for a moment, A small instant, He understands it all. He knows his place here. He sighs as a stray thought brings him back. He smiles, the sparkling trees returning it. The essence of the scene is there As he looked ahead, Accompanying him on the path. ------------------ Jeff Raven - Having more fun than any human being should be allowed to have
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Daryus Aden
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Poor CC. It's a hard life eh?------------------ I drink therefore I am. -Descartes
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Jubilee McGann
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[Disclaimer: this was written from my brain into submission window at 4am EST ... I.E:It is unedited ramblings. You guys are the first to hear it. Tell me what you think.]*havn't figured out a title* I spent my lifetime trying to learn That you spend it, cheaply. There's no time to burn here ... We are running, and running, We don't know why. We are chasing ourselves, Until we die. Time is the fire that burns within us, Fueling us onward. Time, who is our Master, and we, His unwilling slaves. Cruel Time, torturing us. Torturing me, who has no Time to loose... No time for these games You play with my mind.... You play with my soul ... And I gave you my heart, a willing victim. I have watched it burn in your hand. You reached your hand in my chest, And twisted my enire being around. Absolute power, but power corrupts. You have all the power.... I'm yours to devour... And you like how that is, You like to play with me... You could tell me day was night I'd believe you...I'd believe you.. But you know this, I'm your prisoner And you know this. And you like it... And you like it. Well find a new play-toy, Master mine. This feeling I have... Is no longer divine. Set me free, I don't want to play. If you ever want me... You'll come find me one day. When you want to be real, After you've had your fun, the battles been won... You know how I feel...You've known forever.. You know how I feel. Come find me, When time permits you... Come find me. But remember...Time is cruel. Remember. Time is not yours, and it devours. It will burn you, as you have burned me... And change things. Don't take your chances on forever... It might not be there when you need it.. It will dissappear...Dissappear... So come find me... When time permits you... Come find me. I have no time for your games anymore.
------------------ There are people who one loves immediatly and forever. Just to know that you exist in the same world together is sufficient. Till I loved, I never lived - enough.
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Montgomery
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You have no idea what's begun here When you drive for hours.... arrive, to find you nowhere gone. You've just been mouthing "Broom, broom" and rocking wheel; Of course you have, The heap is rusted through.... and off the road since you drove through 13 schoolyards laughing like a Prescott...... And when you are the burning man who seeing the flame runs for nearest garage and grabs a pump. Then squirting and blazing in the forecourt, shouting: "Come on.... Splat my ratatouille across the sky..." Then welcome. Ah.... Ooo Compluzian... Beghzzli. In Blue Jam Blue Jam Blue Jam Example Opening Narration - Chris Morris' Blue Jam ------------------ An unborn scream burst in my stomach, and spread like cold mercury through my chest. I covered my face with my hands, but kept looking through my fingers. "Write that down!", he told the stick. "Is visibly destroyed, yet unable to turn away". - Blue Jam
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The Excalibur
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I think that I shall never know The places that I do not go No more for me the seeds to sow To be eaten by some F***ing Crow.Little humor, no charge!! ------------------ The Naked Now
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Elim Garak
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On a much more serious note... "Eyes of Fire"
I gaze into the mirror The image that I see Is but a mere reflexion of what's inside of me: The words lash out like brush fire, The thoughts are evil, true. A few stray phrases can save a life, But can they come from you? The heart's as cold as hard stone, The eyes, they ripple with hate. And what I've been observing Is too hard to relate. As hatred, darkness, looms ahead, The path, once bright, now dark Draws further off the moral way, Where do you find that mark? I gaze into the mirror The image that I see Has eyes of fire and heart of stone Can you believe it's me? ------------------ "Audaces fortuna juvat." "Fortune favours the bold." [This message was edited by Elim Garak on April 16, 1999.]
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Warped1701
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*snaps, alot* My, those are good.Jubes: *wipes a tear away* I must admit, it seemed very familiar to me. Like an incident I came out of a few weeks ago. It struck just a wee bit too close to home. It was spectacular. Can't wait to see more. ------------------ "We choose to do this and more. Not because it is easy, but because it is hard." -- John F. Kennedy
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First of Two
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All right, you asked for it. ($poiler: the Forever Man is a mysterious immortal character I created some time ago)WANDERINGS -or- THE BALLAD OF THE FOREVER MAN I come to find you But will what you find finding you Be me I cannot see It's been a long time A long time since I saw you last What's new Me or you Rainy evenings Skies of grey Silent footfalls Come my way The TV burns all night And no one's watching. Across the Desert Through arctic winds to jungle rain I roam Have no home Scenery changes My search still remains the same To quest Never rest I will journey Cross the Earth Find the reason For my birth The TV burns all night And I'm not watching One night in Bangkok A thousand years in Avalon Time flows I don't know In search of meaning I've walked from here to Babylon World turns, This I've learned: Doesn't matter Where I've been Sit here now Warm within The TV burns all night And I've quit watching.
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First of Two
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On a somewhat related note: This here's one of my earliest poems, so forgive me if it sux a bit. It's kind of a monologue.THE VAMPIRE'S LAMENT I stalk the night, the cursed son of man's forgotten bride, Prince of pain. Heir of torment. The last survivor of a race condemned The night is mine alone Alone I walk, Alone forevermore- By Fate's decree, and not my own design For would I couse myself this pain? Black fire burns through my veins, Incomprable to any human need, Desire, unquenchable. Some try to help me, they do not understand Acknowledgement of feeling causes only further pain, Of which I've HAD my fill. Still, this longing claws at my soul An enless search for an unreachable goal. I once sought vengeance. Now I seek release, An ending to my quest. By any means. There are nights, cold and lonely, When I would sell my soul for someone to hold, ...If I still had one. "Help me," said the Lost Son, "to escape this living Hell." "Kill me," said the Dark Child... "For I cannot kill myself." ------------------ *I only SEEM Normal*
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Jordan
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Here is something I wrote for a very dear friend of mine..."Peter" Locked up in a cloudy day Can�t stay for long, he�s not OK He saw 10,000 daggers Each one stabbing Each one grabbing See, he wanna be a big boy Meet a sweet girl, have a good life He said no, no, no...just wanna be a friend He said no, no, no...can�t live this life again Living in this picture show... Stood up and counted rain He wanna be something just so plain He flew 10,000 miles Each one contracting Each one reacting And he would have been a big boy Could have been cruel, could have been coy He said no, no, no...just wanna love again He said, no, no, no...just wanna die again... Living in this picture show (J) ------------------ Goodnight my love...the brightest star in my sky... Goodnight...you have been my sky, my sun and my moon...
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The First One
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*walks in, cringes, hurriedly rushes out to seek solace in his book of Edna St. Vincent Millay*------------------ "I am greater than the stars for I know that they are up there and they do not know that I am down here." - William Temple
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